Degradation in rome : the triumph of phallus (BDSM artwork by Mr Kane)

Zinnius had been planning to escape, but the way the Priestess offered herself to him made him change his plans. If he controlled her, he would control everyone and he would be the stud of the temple. All the Vestal Virgins would be his for the asking…
“I won’t escape,” he said to her. “I have nowhere to go. Everyone I know has betrayed me. If I can move freely around the temple, I will stay here with you and satisfy you whenever you wish.”
“Day and night?” she asked.
“I will fuck you day and night.”
“And the young bitch who was your lover?”
“She will become a Virgin too and we will do what we like with her.”
“On one condition,” replied the High Priestess. “She will not take your cock for one year.”
“Agreed.”
As the months passed Caius Zinnius enjoyed his position in the temple more and more. He lived in a kind of dream made up of wet vaginas and firm wobbling breasts, and he came to believe that he was lord and master of the temple and that his cock was the god they were worshipping.
When Volverco got back to the market the slaves had all been sold. His representative Piranes gave him the details of the financial transactions. One deal had not been completed. Recia’s daughter Caria had not yet been handed over to the evil sect of Anu-Dagan, a break-away group from the Sons of Baal. They worshipped their god through physical cruelty and sexual submission. Their temple, Aruruk, was on the Thapsos peninsula to the north of the port. It was known locally as the Temple of Pain.
Countless women had been handed over to the House of Pain, where they spent their lives at the service of the cruel god. In some cases they were taken after initiation to an unknown place where they were sacrificed to the god. It was said that the ceremony was so atrocious and painful to watch that no one could see it without going mad. The followers of the cult lived in a closed world of sex and pain. They believed that their victims’ screams gave the god his energy, especially if they came from enforced sexual acts…
Every time Volverco visited Syracuse he took one or two beautiful girls to the sect. On this occasion there had been a problem. One of the elderly brothers had been unable to wait, and had gone to the port himself to pick up the slaves, and Recia had escaped when everyone’s attention was on the mad monk.